Once he was a naive at life; And wondered why everyone couldn't be like him! Time changed him and life sucked out the better of him; Now he thanks the heavens that everyone ain't like him !
Wherever you find people feeding your ego, you'll be at peace. When there is a conflict, we tend to be restless because when the people don't agree with us, it makes us rattled. We let our ego take over our senses, our peace of mind, and eventually it makes us grapple with every aspect of our life we care for.
Vedant: Mr Swamy, I’ve got Kabir with me too. He is one of a kind, weirdly so though. Kabir: Hello Mr Swamy. Mr Swamy: (glanced at Kabir observing his fatigued image as if he had been sleepless for days together) Hello Kabir. Vedant told me you have some troubles. Tell me. Kabir: I don’t feel [...]
Ever felt that we say something and stand by it no matter what. Even if a little part of our brain is telling us that the alternate theory could be better as well, yet we try our best to hold on to the original opinion we had held and contort our minds so as to [...]
If you don't have peace of mind, you'll have pieces of mind. https://www.instagram.com/p/BiP6mrejIZ_/?taken-by=bipinsblogs
One of the things that fascinated me most as a kid was the 'dual nature of light'. To put the things into perspective of the readers, let me refresh some high school memories. Newton believed light to be made of small corpuscular particles which explained certain phenomenon like Refraction. On the other hand, some scientists [...]
Sometimes, I just stir myself, in the hope to be awakened off a nightmare, only to be despaired! Then I go to sleep in an attempt to have the fortunes of my mind changed! Nothing changes! And it becomes difficult to decide where to stay! Image Source: MaxPixel
In his late teens and his looks so tense, He seemed fed up with everybody's pretence. Looked like a boy with dreams on his mind, But his mind itself to him, didn't seem so kind. Intelligence he had a little, but he seeked wisdom, Mediocrity was a sin, a recipe to boredom, The [...]
A beautiful sunset they say it is, but I can't seem to see; It's the same ball of fire, what's there to glee? A pleasing morning they say it is, but I can't seem to feel; I'm still rusty, my dreams dusty, where do I find the zeal? A delicious delicacy they say it is, [...]